William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
The Happy SwainAmbrose Philips (16741749)
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When the dawn prevails on high,
When, anon, some purple ray
Gives a sample of the day,
When, anon, the lark, on wing,
Strives to soar, and strains to sing?
Gently shedding silvery dew,
Spangling o’er the silent green,
While the nightingale, unseen,
To the moon and stars, full bright,
Lonesome chants the hymn of night?
All her scented bloom display,
Breezes opening, every hour,
This, and that, expecting flower,
While the mingling birds prolong,
From each bush, the vernal song?
Her unsully’d blush disclose,
Or the lily’s dewy bell,
In her glossy white, excell,
Or a garden vary’d o’er
With a thousand glories more?
Morning, evening, night, or day;
By the pleasures these excite,
Endless sources of delight!
Judge, by them, the joys I find,
Since my Rosalind was kind,
Since she did herself resign
To my vows, for ever mine.